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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cfs-file/__key/system/syndication/atom.xsl" media="screen"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xml:lang="en-US"><title type="html">tonix2&amp;#39;s blog </title><subtitle type="html">tonix2&amp;#39;s blog </subtitle><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/atom</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/atom" /><generator uri="http://telligent.com" version="12.1.2.21912">Telligent Community (Build: 12.1.2.21912)</generator><updated>2009-05-07T18:11:49Z</updated><entry><title>please read this it's lovely</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/please-read-this-it-s-lovely" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/please-read-this-it-s-lovely</id><published>2009-10-20T22:30:48Z</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:30:48Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;#39;Times New Roman&amp;#39;;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#ffcc00;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I&amp;#39;D LIKE THIS BACK IF IT APPLIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#c20000;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#ffcc00;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;A little girl went&amp;nbsp;to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three&amp;nbsp;times, even The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she&amp;nbsp;slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall&amp;#39;s Drug Store with&amp;nbsp;the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waited patiently for&amp;nbsp;the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment.&amp;nbsp; Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat&amp;nbsp;with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a&amp;nbsp;quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;And what do you want?&amp;#39; the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of&amp;nbsp;voice. I&amp;#39;m talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven&amp;#39;t seen in ages,&amp;#39; he&amp;nbsp;said without waiting for a reply to his question.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;Well, I want to talk&amp;nbsp;to you about my brother,&amp;#39; Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. &amp;#39;He&amp;#39;s&amp;nbsp;really, really sick...and I want to buy a miracle.&amp;#39;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;I beg your pardon?&amp;#39;&amp;nbsp; said the pharmacist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;His name is Andrew and he has something bad&amp;nbsp;growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. &amp;nbsp;So how&amp;nbsp;much does a miracle cost?&amp;#39;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;We don&amp;#39;t sell miracles here, little girl.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#39;m sorry but I can&amp;#39;t help you,&amp;#39; the pharmacist said, softening a little.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn&amp;#39;t enough, I will get&amp;nbsp;the rest. Just tell me how much it costs.&amp;#39;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pharmacist&amp;#39;s brother was&amp;nbsp;a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, &amp;#39;What kind of a&amp;nbsp;miracle does your brother need?&amp;#39;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39; I don&amp;#39;t know,&amp;#39; Tess replied with her&amp;nbsp;eyes welling up. I just know he&amp;#39;s really sick and Mommy says he needs an&amp;nbsp;operation. But my Daddy can&amp;#39;t pay for it, so I want to use my money.&amp;#39;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;How much do you have?&amp;#39; asked the man from Chicago &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;One dollar&amp;nbsp;and eleven cents,&amp;#39; Tess answered barely audibly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;And it&amp;#39;s all the money&amp;nbsp;I have, but I can get some more if I need to.&amp;#39;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;Well, what a&amp;nbsp;coincidence,&amp;#39; smiled the man. &amp;#39;A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a&amp;nbsp;miracle for little brothers. &amp;#39;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took her money in one hand and with&amp;nbsp;the other hand he grasped her mitten and said &amp;#39;Take me to where you live. I want&amp;nbsp;to see your brother and meet your parents. Let&amp;#39;s see if I have the miracle you&amp;nbsp;need.&amp;#39;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon,&amp;nbsp;specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it&amp;nbsp;wasn&amp;#39;t long until Andrew was home again and doing well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad were&amp;nbsp;happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#39;That surgery,&amp;#39; her Mom whispered. &amp;#39;was a real miracle. I wonder how&amp;nbsp;much it would have cost?&amp;#39;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a&amp;nbsp;miracle cost..one dollar and eleven cents....plus the faith of a little child.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law. &amp;nbsp;I know you&amp;#39;ll keep the ball moving!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes. Throw it back to&amp;nbsp;someone who means something to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ball is a circle, no beginning, no&amp;nbsp;end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside&amp;nbsp;for you to see is the treasure of friendship you&amp;#39;ve granted to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&amp;nbsp;I pass the friendship ball to you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass it on to someone who is a friend&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY OATH TO YOU...&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are sad.....I will dry your&amp;nbsp;tears.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are scared.....I will comfort your fears.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When&amp;nbsp;you are worried.....I will give you hope.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are confused......I&amp;nbsp;will help you cope.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you are lost...And can&amp;#39;t see the light, I&amp;nbsp;shall be your beacon .... Shining ever so bright.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my oath.....I&amp;nbsp;pledge till the end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you may ask?.......Because you&amp;#39;re my friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed: liz x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTANTLY WHEN YOU RECEIVE THIS LETTER, YOU ARE&amp;nbsp;REQUESTED TO SEND IT TO AT LEAST 10 PEOPLE, INCLUDING THE PERSON WHO SENT IT TO&amp;nbsp;YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=263705&amp;AppID=14443&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="surgeon" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/surgeon" /><category term="operation" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/operation" /></entry><entry><title>oops sorry</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/oops-sorry" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/oops-sorry</id><published>2009-08-26T21:48:50Z</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:48:50Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;				Hi all sorry about the jokes i know they need to go to the jokes group!!!! I&amp;#39;ve followed the instruction but some how they&amp;#39;ve appeared on here.

I&amp;#39;ve email James and explained.

love Toni 				&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=216401&amp;AppID=14443&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author></entry><entry><title>i thought this is lively</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/i-thought-this-is-lively" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/i-thought-this-is-lively</id><published>2009-08-14T21:40:24Z</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:40:24Z</updated><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;				An elderly Chinese woman had two 
large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck. 


One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and 
always delivered a full portion of water. 

At the end of the long walks 
from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. 


For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home 
only one and a half pots of water.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud 
of its accomplishments.

But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own 
imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been 
made to do. 

After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure,
it spoke to the w oman one day by the stream. 
&amp;#39;I am ashamed of myself, 
because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to 
your house.&amp;#39; 

The old woman smiled, &amp;#39;Did you notice that there are 
flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot&amp;#39;s side?&amp;#39; 


&amp;#39;That&amp;#39;s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted 
flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you 
water them.&amp;#39; 

&amp;#39;For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful 
flowers to decorate the table. 

Without you being just the way you are, 
there would not be this beauty to grace the house.&amp;#39;

Each of us has our 
own unique flaw. But it&amp;#39;s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our 
lives together so very interesting and rewarding. 

You&amp;#39;ve just got to 
take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

SO, 
to all of my crackpot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the 
flowers on your side of the path! 

Don&amp;#39;t forget the 
Crack Pot that sent it to you!! =
				&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=216399&amp;AppID=14443&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="elderly" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/elderly" /></entry><entry><title>oops</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/oops" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/oops</id><published>2009-08-09T20:21:49Z</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:21:49Z</updated><content type="html">thank you for letting me know about the joke site. from know on i will send myjokes to it.

love toni xxxx&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=216397&amp;AppID=14443&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author></entry><entry><title>hello i,m back</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/hello-i-m-back" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/hello-i-m-back</id><published>2009-08-08T18:24:24Z</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:24:24Z</updated><content type="html">hi all i&amp;#39;m back, how are you? what is new? had a good holiday, i&amp;#39;ve miissed you all though.

please keep me informed on what has happened in the last 3 weeks.

soon i&amp;#39;ll send you some jokes.

love toni xxxx&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=216394&amp;AppID=14443&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author></entry><entry><title>funny sad but true</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/funny-sad-but-true" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/funny-sad-but-true</id><published>2009-07-11T22:55:22Z</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:55:22Z</updated><content type="html">
Q: Where can men over the age 
of 60 find younger, sexy 
women who are interested 
in them?
A: Try a bookstore under fiction
Q: What can a man do while his 
wife is going through 
menopause?
A: Keep busy. If you&amp;#39;re handy with 
tools, you can finish the basement. 
When you&amp;#39;re done you&amp;#39;ll have a 
place to live.
Q: Someone has told me that 
menopause is mentioned in 
the bible.. Is that true? 
Where can it be found?
A: Yes. Matthew 14:92: 
&amp;quot;And Mary rode Joseph&amp;#39;s ass 
all the way to  Egypt ..&amp;quot;
Q: How can you increase the 
heart rate of your 60-plus 
year old husband?
A: Tell him you&amp;#39;re pregnant.
Q: How can you avoid that 
terrible curse of the elderly 
wrinkles?
A: Take off your glasses.
Q: Seriously! What can I do for these Crow&amp;#39;s feet and all those wrinkles on my face?
A: Go braless. It will usually pull them out.
Q: Why should 60-plus year old people use valet parking?
A: Valets don&amp;#39;t forget where they park your car.
Q: Is it common for 60-plus year olds to have problems with short term memory storage?
A: Storing memory is not a problem, Retrieving it is the problem.
Q: As people age, do they sleep more soundly?
A: Yes, but usually in the afternoon.
Q: Where should 60-plus year olds look for eye glasses?
A: On their foreheads.
Q: What is the most common remark made by 60-plus year olds when they enter antique stores?
A: &amp;quot;Gosh, I remember these!&amp;quot;
SMILE, You&amp;#39;ve still got your sense of humor, RIGHT?
&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=216392&amp;AppID=14443&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="elderly" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/elderly" /><category term="pregnant" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/pregnant" /><category term="menopause" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/menopause" /></entry><entry><title>lovely story</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/lovely-story" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/lovely-story</id><published>2009-07-08T19:20:35Z</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:20:35Z</updated><content type="html"> 
My Name is Rose  


The first day of school our professor introduced himself and challenged us to get to know someone we didn&amp;#39;t already know. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder.

 

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady beaming up at me with a smile that lit up her entire being.

 

She said, &amp;#39;Hi handsome. My name is Rose. I&amp;#39;m eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a hug?&amp;#39;

 

I laughed and enthusiastically responded; &amp;#39;Of course you may!&amp;#39; and she gave me a giant squeeze.

 

&amp;#39;Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?&amp;#39; I asked.

 

She jokingly replied, &amp;#39;I&amp;#39;m here to meet a rich husband, get married, and have a couple of kids...&amp;#39;

 

&amp;#39;No seriously,&amp;#39; I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age.

 

&amp;#39;I always dreamed of having a college education and now I&amp;#39;m getting one!&amp;#39; she told me.

 

After class we walked to the student union building and shared a chocolate milkshake.

 

We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months we would leave class together and talk nonstop.  I was always mesmerized listening to this &amp;#39;time machine&amp;#39; as she shared her wisdom and experience with me.

 

Over the course of the year, Rose became a campus icon and she easily made friends wherever she went.  She loved to dress up and she reveled in the attention bestowed upon her from the other students. She was living it up.

 

At the end of the semester we invited Rose to speak at our football banquet. I&amp;#39;ll never forget what she taught us.  She was introduced and stepped up to the podium.  As she began to deliver her prepared speech, she dropped her three by five cards on the floor.  Frustrated and a little embarrassed she leaned into the microphone and simply said, &amp;#39;I&amp;#39;m sorry I&amp;#39;m so jittery.  I gave up beer for Lent and this whiskey is killing me! I&amp;#39;ll never get my speech back in order so let me just tell you what I know.&amp;#39;

 

As we laughed she cleared her throat and began, &amp;#39; We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing.

 

There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy and achieving success.  You have to laugh and find humor every day.  You&amp;#39;ve got to have a dream.  When you lose your dreams, you die.

 

We have so many people walking around who are dead and don&amp;#39;t even know it!

 

There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up.

 

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don&amp;#39;t do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old.  If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

 

Anybody can grow older.  That doesn&amp;#39;t take any talent or ability.  The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets.

 

The elderly usually don&amp;#39;t have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do.  The only people who fear death are those with regrets.&amp;#39;

 

She concluded her speech by courageously singing &amp;#39;The Rose.&amp;#39;

 

She challenged each of us to study the lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.  At the year&amp;#39;s end Rose finished the college degree she had begun all those years ago.

 

One week after graduation Rose died peacefully in her sleep.

 

Over two thousand college students attended her funeral in tribute to the wonderful woman who taught by example that it&amp;#39;s never too late to be all you can possibly be.

 

When you finish reading this, please send this peaceful word of advice to your friends and family, they&amp;#39;ll really enjoy it!

 

These words have been passed along in loving memory of ROSE.

 

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY.  GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.  We make a Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give.

 

God promises a safe landing, not a calm passage. If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=216389&amp;AppID=14443&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="speech" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/speech" /><category term="shoulder" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/shoulder" /><category term="funeral" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/funeral" /><category term="elderly" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/elderly" /><category term="school" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/school" /></entry><entry><title>going away for 3 weeks</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/going-away-for-3-weeks" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/going-away-for-3-weeks</id><published>2009-07-06T01:15:28Z</published><updated>2009-07-06T01:15:28Z</updated><content type="html">hi all. i thought i send you some jokes before i&amp;#39;ll go away on the 14th july will be back 6th august, going to see some of my family in Italy.

lots work to do when i come back though, as i&amp;#39;m having damp proof done to my flat, it will take 3 weeks to complete so i thought!!! i&amp;#39;m going away!! do you think this is good idea??? i shall miss to chat to you as i&amp;#39;m not sure if i will be able to use the computer there. i hope you will miss me too hehehehehe,

i would like to wish you all the best.

lots of love
Toni xxx&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=216383&amp;AppID=14443&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="colorectal" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/colorectal" /></entry><entry><title>be careful of the old people</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/be-careful-of-the-old-people" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/be-careful-of-the-old-people</id><published>2009-07-06T00:20:49Z</published><updated>2009-07-06T00:20:49Z</updated><content type="html">A tour bus driver is driving with a bus load of seniors down a highway when he is tapped on his shoulder by a little old lady. 

She offers him a handful of peanuts, which he gratefully munches up. 

After about 15 minutes, she taps him on his shoulder again and she hands him another handful of peanuts.

She repeats this gesture about five more times. 

When she is about to hand him another batch again he asks the little old lady, 
&amp;#39;Why don&amp;#39;t you eat the peanuts yourself?&amp;#39;. 

&amp;#39;We can&amp;#39;t chew them because we&amp;#39;ve no teeth&amp;#39;, she replied. 

The puzzled driver asks, &amp;#39;Why do you buy them then?&amp;#39; 

The old lady replied, &amp;#39;We just love the chocolate around them.&amp;#39; 
&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=216381&amp;AppID=14443&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="shoulder" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/shoulder" /><category term="colorectal" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/colorectal" /></entry><entry><title>hoax</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/hoax" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/hoax</id><published>2009-06-13T15:10:35Z</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:10:35Z</updated><content type="html">dear all sorry about my blog i really did not revised it was a bad one i believed it.
i will make sure it will not happen again, ( but me be me i believe in any thing) i feel really upset about it
love Toni x&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=216376&amp;AppID=14443&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="colorectal" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/colorectal" /></entry><entry><title>jokes</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/jokes" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/jokes</id><published>2009-06-10T12:07:30Z</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:07:30Z</updated><content type="html">y We Love Children

1. A nursery school pupil told his teacher he&amp;#39;d found a cat, but it was dead. 
&amp;#39;How do you know that the cat was dead?&amp;#39; she asked her pupil.
&amp;#39;Because I pissed in its ear and it didn&amp;#39;t move,&amp;#39; answered the child innocently.
&amp;#39;You did WHAT?&amp;#39; the teacher exclaimed in surprise. 
&amp;#39;You know,&amp;#39; explained the boy, &amp;#39;I leaned over and went &amp;#39;Pssst&amp;#39; and it didn&amp;#39;t move&amp;#39;

2. A small boy is sent to bed by his father. 

Five minutes later.....&amp;#39;Da-ad.....&amp;#39;
&amp;#39;What?&amp;#39;
&amp;#39;I&amp;#39;m thirsty. Can you bring a drink of water?&amp;#39; 
&amp;#39;No, You had your chance. Lights out.&amp;#39;
Five minutes later: &amp;#39;Da-aaaad.....&amp;#39;
&amp;#39;WHAT?&amp;#39;
&amp;#39;I&amp;#39;m THIRSTY. Can I have a drink of water??&amp;#39;
&amp;#39; I told you NO! If you ask again, I&amp;#39;ll have to smack you!!&amp;#39; 
Five minutes later......&amp;#39;Daaaa-aaaad.....&amp;#39;
&amp;#39;WHAT!&amp;#39;
&amp;#39;When you come in to smack me, can you bring a drink of water?&amp;#39;

3. An exasperated mother, whose son was always getting into mischief,
finally asked him &amp;#39;How do you expect to get into Heaven?&amp;#39; 
The boy thought it over and said, &amp;#39;Well, I&amp;#39;ll run in and out and in and out and keep slamming the door until St. Peter says, &amp;#39;For Heaven&amp;#39;s
sake, Dylan, come in or stay out!&amp;#39;&amp;#39;

4. One summer evening during a violent thunderstorm a mother was tucking her son into bed. She was about to turn off the light when he asked with a tremor in his voice, &amp;#39;Mummy, will you sleep with me tonight?&amp;#39; 
The mother smiled and gave him a reassuring hug. &amp;#39;I can&amp;#39;t dear,&amp;#39; she said. &amp;#39;I have to sleep in Daddy&amp;#39;s room.&amp;#39; A long silence was broken at last by his shaky little voice:&amp;#39;The big sissy.&amp;#39; 

5. It was that time, during the Sunday morning service, for thechildren&amp;#39;s sermon.
All the children were invited to come forward.
One little girl was wearing a particularly pretty dress and, as she sat down, the minister leaned over and said, &amp;#39;That is a very pretty dress. 
Is it your Easter Dress?&amp;#39;
The little girl replied, directly into the minister&amp;#39;s clip-onmicrophone, &amp;#39;Yes, and my Mum says it&amp;#39;s a bitch to iron.&amp;#39;

6. When I was six months pregnant with my third child, my three year old came into the room when I was just getting ready to get into the shower. 
She said, &amp;#39;Mummy, you are getting fat!&amp;#39;
I replied, &amp;#39;Yes, honey, remember Mummy has a baby growing in her tummy.&amp;#39;
&amp;#39;I know,&amp;#39; she replied, but what&amp;#39;s growing in your bum?&amp;#39;

7. A little boy was doing his math homework. 

He said to himself, &amp;#39;Two plus five, that son of a bitch is seven. 
Three plus six, that son of a bitch is nine....&amp;#39; 
His mother heard what he was saying and gasped, &amp;#39;What are you doing?&amp;#39;
The little boy answered, &amp;#39;I&amp;#39;m doing my math homework, Mum.&amp;#39; &amp;#39;And this is how your teacher taught you to do it?&amp;#39; the mother asked &amp;#39;Yes,&amp;#39; he answered. 
Infuriated, the mother asked the teacher the next day, &amp;#39;What are you teaching my son in math?&amp;#39;
The teacher replied, &amp;#39;Right now, we are learning addition.&amp;#39;
The mother asked, &amp;#39;And are you teaching them to say two plus two, that son of a bitch is four?&amp;#39; 
After the teacher stopped laughing, she answered, &amp;#39;What I taught them was, two plus two, THE SUM OF WHICH, is four.&amp;#39;

8. One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of Chicken Little to her class. She came to the part of the story where Chicken 
Little tried to warn the farmer. She read, &amp;#39;.... and so Chicken Little went up to the farmer and said, &amp;#39;The sky is falling, the sky is falling!&amp;#39;
The teacher paused then asked the class, &amp;#39;And what do you think that farmer said?&amp;#39; 
One little girl raised her hand and said, &amp;#39;I think he said:&amp;#39;Holy Shit! A talking chicken!&amp;#39;&amp;#39;
The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.

9. A certain little girl, when asked her name, would reply, I&amp;#39;m Mr. Sugarbrown&amp;#39;s daughter.&amp;#39; 
Her mother told her this was wrong, she must say, &amp;#39;I&amp;#39;m Jane Sugarbrown.&amp;#39;
The Vicar spoke to her in Sunday School, and said, &amp;#39;Aren&amp;#39;t you Mr. Sugarbrown&amp;#39;s daughter?&amp;#39;
She replied, &amp;#39;I thought I was, but mother says I&amp;#39;m not.&amp;#39; 

10. A little girl asked her mother, &amp;#39;Can I go outside and play with the boys?&amp;#39;
Her mother replied, &amp;#39;No, you can&amp;#39;t play with the boys, they&amp;#39;re too rough.&amp;#39;
The little girl thought about it for a few moments and asked, If I can find a smooth one, can I play with him?&amp;#39;

11. A little girl goes to the barber shop with her father.She stands next to the barber chair, while her dad gets his hair cut,eating a snack cake The barber says to her, 
&amp;#39;Sweetheart, you&amp;#39;re gonna get hair on your muffin.&amp;#39;
She says, &amp;#39;Yes, I know, and I&amp;#39;m gonna get boobs too.&amp;#39; 



&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=216371&amp;AppID=14443&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="Eating" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/Eating" /><category term="colorectal" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/colorectal" /><category term="Easter" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/Easter" /><category term="school" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/school" /><category term="shower" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/shower" /><category term="pregnant" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/pregnant" /></entry><entry><title>a little rude joke</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/a-little-rude-joke" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/a-little-rude-joke</id><published>2009-06-10T11:55:55Z</published><updated>2009-06-10T11:55:55Z</updated><content type="html">Two builders (Dave and Stuart) are seated either side of a table in a pub when a well-dressed man enters, orders a beer and sits on a stool at the bar.

 

 

 

 

 
 The two builders start to speculate about the occupation of the suit

 

 

 
 Dave: - I reckon he&amp;#39;s an accountant.

 

 

 
 Stuart: - No way - he&amp;#39;s a stockbroker.

 

 

 
 Dave: - He ain&amp;#39;t no stockbroker! A stockbroker wouldn&amp;#39;t come in here!

 

 

 
 The argument repeats itself for some time until the volume of beer gets the better of Dave and he makes for the toilet.

 
 On entering the toilet he sees that the suit is standing at a urinal.

 
 Curiosity and the several beers get the better of him.

 

 

 
 Dave: - &amp;#39;Scuse me.... no offence meant, but me and me mate were wondering what you do for a living?

 

 

 
 Suit: - No offence taken! I&amp;#39;m a Logical Scientist by profession

 

 

 
 Dave: - Oh? What&amp;#39;s that then? 

 

 

 
 Suit: - I&amp;#39;ll try to explain by example ... Do you have a goldfish at home?

 

 

 
 Dave: - Er ... mmm ... well yeah, I do as it happens!

 

 

 
 Suit: - Well, it&amp;#39;s logical that you keep it either in a bowl or in a

 
 pond. Which is it?

 

 

 
 Dave: - It&amp;#39;s in a pond!

 

 

 
 Suit: - Well it&amp;#39;s reasonable to suppose that you have a large garden then?

 

 

 
 Dave: - As it happens, yes I have got a big garden.

 

 

 
 Suit: - Well then it&amp;#39;s logical to assume that, in this town, if you have a large garden then you have a large house?

 

 

 
 Dave: - As it happens I&amp;#39;ve got a five bedroom house .... built it myself!

 

 

 
 Suit: - Well given that you&amp;#39;ve built a five bedroom house it&amp;#39;s logical to assume that you haven&amp;#39;t built it just for yourself and that you are quite probably married? And with a family?

 

 

 
 Dave: - Yes I am married, I live with my wife and four children.

 

 

 
 Suit: - Well then it is logical to assume that you are sexually active with your wife on a regular basis?

 

 

 
 Dave: - Yep! Five times a week!

 

 

 
 Suit: - Well then it is logical to suggest that you don&amp;#39;t masturbate very often?

 

 

 
 Dave: - Do what? Not me, mate!

 

 

 
 Suit: - Well there you are! That&amp;#39;s logical science at work! 

 

 

 
 Dave: - How&amp;#39;s that then?

 

 

 
 Suit: - Well from finding out that you had a goldfish, I&amp;#39;ve told you about your sex life!

 

 

 
 Dave: - I see! That&amp;#39;s pretty impressive. Thanks mate!

 

 

 
 Both leave the toilet and Dave returns to his mate.

 

 

 
 Stuart: - I see the suit was in there. Did you ask him what he does?

 

 

 
 Dave: - Yep! He&amp;#39;s a logical scientist!

 

 

 
 Stuart: - What&amp;#39;s that then?

 

 

 
 Dave: - I&amp;#39;ll try and explain. Do you have a goldfish?

 

 

 
 Stuart: - Nope

 

 

 
 Dave: - Well then, you&amp;#39;re a wanker  



&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=216370&amp;AppID=14443&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="colorectal" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/colorectal" /><category term="Garden" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/Garden" /><category term="toilet" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/toilet" /></entry><entry><title>hello</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/hello" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/hello</id><published>2009-05-19T20:24:22Z</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:24:22Z</updated><content type="html">hi all, this Thursday I&amp;#39;m going to see my sister in Italy for 10 days, really looking forward to it, i love my baby sister, she&amp;#39;s my best friend.

however i did not like her at all when she was born, i was very jealous, as she replaced me, then i was the younger one. and the only girl after 3 boys, ha... ha... now i can really say that is the best thing that my mum and dad could have done, giving me a sister also my best friend, she is 10 years younger.

Jo this is for you, i can&amp;#39;t even  imagine how you must feel about your sister Liz, i feel that you are very close too, and love each other very much. it&amp;#39;s a wonderful feel to love and to be loved by your family.

lots of love to you all
Toni xx&lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=216367&amp;AppID=14443&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="colorectal" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/colorectal" /></entry><entry><title>good news</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/good-news" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/good-news</id><published>2009-05-14T21:12:59Z</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:12:59Z</updated><content type="html">Hi all
today had the results of my scans, I&amp;#39;m OK, all clear, next scans in 3 months time.here is a joke for you all.
lots of love
Toni xx

Baby &amp;#39;s First Doctor Visit. 

This made me laugh out loud. 
I hope it will give you a smile! 


A woman and a baby were in the doctor&amp;#39;s examining room, 




Waiting for the doctor to come in for the baby&amp;#39;s first exam. 



The doctor arrived, and examined the baby, 


Checked his weight, and being a little concerned, 



Asked if the baby was breast-fed or bottle-fed. 




&amp;#39;Breast-fed,&amp;#39; she replied. 




&amp;#39;Well, strip down to your waist,&amp;#39; the doctor ordered. 




She did. He pinched her nipples, pressed, kneaded, and rubbed both breasts for a while in a very professional and detailed examination. 




Motioning to her to get dressed, the doctor said, 




&amp;#39;No wonder this baby is underweight. 


You don&amp;#39;t have any milk.&amp;#39; 




I know, she said , 




I&amp;#39;m his Grandma, 


But I&amp;#39;m glad I came.&amp;#39;

Kathy &lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=216363&amp;AppID=14443&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="weight" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/weight" /><category term="colorectal" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/colorectal" /><category term="examination" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/examination" /></entry><entry><title>toni</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/toni" /><id>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/posts/toni</id><published>2009-05-07T17:11:49Z</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:11:49Z</updated><content type="html">ROSES &amp;amp; HANGING BASKETSA teenage granddaughtercomes downstairs for her datewith this see-through blouse on and no bra.Her grandmother just pitched a fit,Telling her not to dare go out like that!The teenager tells her&amp;#39;Loosen up Grams.These are modern times.You gotta let your rose buds show!&amp;#39;and out she goes.The next day the teenager comes down stairs,and the grandmother is sitting there with no top on.The teenager wants to die.She explains to her grandmotherthat she has friends coming overand that it is just not appropriate....The grandmother says,&amp;#39;Loosen up,Sweetie.If you can show off your rose buds,then I can display my hanging baskets. Happy Gardening.(This is too funny not to share!) &lt;div style="clear:both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/aggbug?PostID=216358&amp;AppID=14443&amp;AppType=Weblog&amp;ContentType=0" width="1" height="1"&gt;</content><author><name>Former Member</name><uri>https://community.macmillan.org.uk/members/formermember</uri></author><category term="gardening" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/gardening" /><category term="Humour" scheme="https://community.macmillan.org.uk/cancer-blogs/b/tonix2/archive/tags/Humour" /></entry></feed>